pretty boy. yesahi.

chapter 4.

asahi lets out an ungodly groan as he feels cold invade the warmth of his pulled off blanket. 

"give it back"

instead of a reply, he feels someone's breath blow onto his nape, causing him to squirm. not only the unpleasant cold greeted him this morning but this too, he groans again. asahi feels the weight of the intruder at the bottom of his bed as they sit, waiting. giving up he opens his eyes. despite blurry morning vision, he can still make out the one and only silhouette of bang yedam. eager the boy leans forwards to the point where their noses touch. displeased by the violation of his space asahi recoils, turning his back towards him, now facing the wall. 

"go away i'm tired"

"no, wake up"

"please" he whines, maybe yedam slept at an appropriate hour but asahi knows for a fact he didn't. "so, what time did you stay up to this time?"

asahi remains silent, not really wanting to admit it, especially to the younger boy. plus if jihoon-hyung found out he'd be dead most certainly. though a few vigerous shakes from yedam is enough to get it out of him, "1 am".

"sure sure, I know you sahi-hyung, 1 am just means 3 am"

"what no"

"you always add 2 hours to everything and everything else too, like the number of cups of water you drink, or the number of sets you do and oh the number of pumps of shampoo you use too"

"suddenly it's not jihoon-hyung i fear"

"hey it's only because we live together"

"right and you're not secretly a saseng or morbid lead in a horror film"

"that's not very nice asahi-hyung"

"well neither is trying to strip me from my warm blankets so early"

"it's not even early anymore," the boy says, shining his bright phone screen onto asahi's face, only causing him to retreat into the depths of his blanket than look at the time.

"oh right sorry, it's 11 am now"

"that's still early"

"ok well tell that to our dance instructor when you show up late to practice"

"wait what", now suddenly alert a distressed, bedhead asahi is quick to get up. "what time is practice?"

"soon"

"how soon is soon?" he says, now panicking to find appropriate attire meanwhile yedam continues to sit at the edge of his bed lazily.

"5 pm" 

before the younger boy knows it he's tackled onto the bed below him, falling into the grey cotton sheets, eyes closed for impact. while asahi goes for the neck he jokingly screams cries for help, well aware he could push off the thin figure of the man above him. soon enough the attacker gives up, reverting back to his tired self, falling onto the bed next to yedam. 

"tired?"

"yes"

"want to go grab food with me before practice?"

"if you pay sure"

"ok, get ready then hyung"

as they walk to their go-to spot, a small ramen place around the corner from the dorms all the members frequent, a noticeable silence hangs in the air. it all sort of reminds asahi of the atmosphere when they first met. but this wasn't then, so why did it feel so daunting and awkward. they walk side by side, anxiously matching the same pace, holding their breaths. he side-eyes yedam. floppy, brown hair covers his eyes as usual and with the cold air surrounding them, he buries into the parka so only his red flushed nose peeks out. asahi finds it cute. despite being roughly the same height the younger appears to be a small bundle next to him, shuffling through last night's snowfall. luckily the atmosphere is broken as they turn a corner to greet the restaurant. in the gloomy, monochromatic setting a warmth radiates from inside the store with a delectable smell of stewed pork and fresh egg noodles wafting out. 

"oi, sahi-hyung, you coming in or not?"

his thoughts interrupted as yedam waits impatiently, door open while the tips of his fingers tremble at the touch of its cold metal handle. yet despite the cold asahi sees the same warm glow appear in the boy's smile as it peeks out from under the parka. 

"oh right sorry coming"

a/n

aaa i promise it'll pick up but im planning this to be a somewhat long (plot) progression and growth to get in all the details !!